Kevin Bronson on April 18th, 2010

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Who: Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros at the Outdoor Theatre
In 3 or Fewer Words: Festival-sized folk.
I’ll Remember This Forever Because: Alex Ebert has suddenly become a Devendra-like figure. From the moment Ebert took the stage (and knocked a mic stand into the pit, bloodying a photographer’s head), he owned the overflow crowd in the far corner of the polo grounds. Ebert removed his shirt and wrapped it around the photog’s head and then – though not without difficulty – delivered vintage festival fare to a crowd decked out in feathers, face paint and headbands. Sound woes kept the set wobbly, but the hippie spirit prevailed. It was beautiful, at dusk, to hear a vast expanse of humanity sing the chorus, “One love / carries on …” If only.
What I’d Tell My Friend Who Was at Tokyo Police Club: Nothing. Nobody I know was there.
– K.B. Photo: Scott Dudelson.